Let me tell you what NOT to do to get on Snidget's good side.

At the party... a lecherous fellow (we shall call him letch boy from here on out) kept hanging around. Jay, my friend's boyfriend, was obviously not pickin' up on my "HELP ME" vibes and was just sort of eggin' the guy on.

J: So Snidge did you play golf today?
Snidge: {trying to ease herself away from letch boy} yes... with my brother this morning.
LB: You play golf? sexy.
Snidge fights the urge to roll eyes
LB: We should play sometime.
J: Snidge would kick your ass.
LB: {in a very gross tone} maybe I would like that.

Okay... gross... and stop it. Just... really.. stop. I mean it. Stop.

I don't ever really understand what you guys think is going to happen when you act like that. I mean, what do you think I'm going to say? "Oh baby, yes... take me here. Right now."

Thankfully another boy, we shall call drummer guy (who is a friend of a friend) was at the party and recognized me. So he came over and I told him that I didn't think this crowd was his scene (because it wasn't) and he agreed. I still am not sure how he ended up there...

Anyway... it was mostly people from work... except for drummer guy... who is a drummer and works at a drum shop here - hence the nickname (clever, am I). We both decided that we didn't want mojitos and would rather be drinkin' it up somewhere else, so we blew the party and went to this place in midtown where you can sit outside.

It was a nice night and it was just NICE to be able to sit there and talk to some guy about stupid shit that doesn't matter and have him flirt with me in a not gross way.

So there.